There's just something about physical activity that makes you feel extraordinarily good about yourself. Despite the fact that sweat is dripping down your face and you have acquired what I like to call affectionately the "John Freed" syndrome....bright red cheeks, you feel gorgeous. Or at least I do. And that boosts my morale, like a good little soldier. Despite not excelling at Ultimate Frisbee, it's a great feeling to have sprinted around the building unnecesarily with your best friend. Just for the heck of it. I'm dropping 10 lbs at least this year and nothing will stop me. It's incredible how alive I feel this year. Each breath is cherished even more.